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Saturday, December 29, 2012

Palm Tree Power or the year in review, part two

I have a fetish for Palm Trees. I love
the unusual way in which they grow- barely rooted and tall with
feathery fronds that cast dappled shade. I planned on making this
post a humorous examination of my attempts to acclimate the Palm Tree
into my Faux Caribbean lifestyle here on the Coast of Illinois. But
life had other plans and today I am not feeling very tropically
footloose.

Thanks to a purely selfish act of
violence two lives have been forever changed. And by extension, many
other lives have been affected. Violence is acted out for one of two
reasons. Someone either wants something which is not theirs or they
do not want someone else to have what they can not. I don't know the
'why' of the act which has hit too close to home. It will never make
sense so it does not matter.

I do know this: you did not just pull a
trigger. When you selfishly fired that gun you lit a fire in the hearts of so
many people in this world and because of that fire a wave of love and
support has been sent out into the universe which will far surpass
any small, petty, selfish reason you had.

And that is why I am still calling this
post Palm Tree Power. Palm trees grow tall and straight, but they are
also shaped by the conditions surrounding them. They may grow bent
and crooked but they remain strong. Their fronds are sturdy enough to
roof the huts of shipwrecked vacationers and sound enough to
carpet the triumphant ride for a Carpenter and his donkey as He
returned home. In nearly every faith the Palm symbolizes victory,
life and peace.

I have a Palm Tree necklace which I
wear to work when I am feeling the need for encouragement from a Much
Higher Latitude. And to that end I wish you all Palm Tree Power.

1 comment:

This is very beautiful, Laura, and I love the way you mention the love and support overwhelming the evil act. Palm trees are shaped by conditions, but continue to grow anyway. It is all a person or a palm can do. Wonderful words.

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I'm a landlocked beach bum here on the Coast of Illinois. No...not that Coast, you know, the one with broad shoulders. The other Coast. The one with tug boats and Arches and a bunch of ancient dead guys buried in Mounds.
I am an inadvertent sailor-thanks to my husband and our 15 foot handmade wooden sloop...for which I made the sails!
I am here to promote the beach bum lifestyle, even when surrounded by corn and clay and I hope to point out the everyday weirdness that is easy to miss because once you start seeing hairnets, you will never stop seeing hairnets.

I have a palm tree necklace. It set us back a whole ten dollars, purchased on the boardwalk in Destin, Florida during the first trip ...

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